The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Zhong Mingwei's breathing suddenly became heavy. His face, which didn't itch at all, was now itched by Ah Chou, and it was getting more and more itchy. He didn't even know it was his face. His whole body was itchy badly. His little hand just scratched his face back and forth gently, and Zhong Mingwei's eyes followed that finger back and forth.

Where is it? Ah Chou was a little impatient, You should have said something.

No, it's not itchy anymore, okay, okay, Zhong Mingwei was so busy that he looked away, coughed, and then said to Ah Chou, Check if the pot is hot?

Oh. Ah Chou withdrew his hand, and then dug a large spoonful of lard into the pot. She was absolutely reluctant to eat lard like this, but today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and she wants to cook big fish again. , she was willing to do so.

Immediately afterwards, the chili and ginger were put into the pot. Amidst the crackling sound of the pot, Ah Chou was busy frying it with shovel after shovel, while pouring the fish into the pot quickly.

Cough, cough, cough! Zhong Mingwei couldn't hold back, and finally coughed. This time, it wasn't a fake dry cough, but a solid cough for a long time before it stopped. He even coughed up tears.

Let me just say, the stove is sure to choke if you put it in the room. You still have to put it in it. Look, it's choking, right? Mei looked at her, very worried, Otherwise, I won't be cooking in the house anymore, I'd better go to the kitchen.

It's okay. Zhong Mingwei shook his head busy, I'm happy to see you cooking.

What's there to be happy about? Ah Chou's mouth was stiff, but his voice softened as he stuffed the tea bowl into the man's hand, Drink it quickly.

Zhong Mingwei drank two sips of tea, then put the tea bowl on the stove, this time he said to Ah Chou seriously: I just like to cook with you, no matter how heavy the smell of oily smoke is, I like it.

Yes, Zhong Mingwei really likes it, he likes Ah Chou busy around him, and he also likes to watch how A Chou cooks delicious meals for him in this smoky atmosphere , Zhong Mingwei didn't want to miss everything about them.

Not only that, Zhong Mingwei also found that he has become clingy, a tall man in his thirties, like a child sticky mother, wants to cling to their little girl every step of the way, Zhong Mingwei doesn't feel embarrassed , but my heart is still very sweet.

Who wants you to accompany me? A Chou didn't want to pay attention to him, and didn't even look at Zhong Mingwei, but the corner of his mouth kept smiling. The miso that came back went.

Zhong Mingwei didn't say anything else, his brows and eyes were bent into two lines in the bright firelight.

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This was the first time in Zhong Mingwei's life that he ate stewed fish in a big pot. He sat in front of the stove, facing the big pot on the stove, and his mouth was full of oil when he ate it. The fish was fresh and tender, and the fish soup was salty and delicious. The cornmeal pancakes were crispy on one side and glutinous on the other, dipped in thick fish soup, Zhong Mingwei almost bit off his tongue.

Why did you start? Ah Chou sat cross-legged on the kang to eat, staring at Zhong Mingwei throwing away the chopsticks, dipping the pancakes in the soup with his hands, and almost dropped his jaw.

In A Chou's eyes, Zhong Mingwei has always been noble, elegant and reserved. Although he is unwell and unable to move, this has not affected his nobleman manner at all. This is the first time A Chou has seen Zhong Mingwei so... …

Well, bold and unrestrained.

In fact, it's not ugly, a big man should eat meat and drink soup, right?

It's just that it would be too strange if it was changed to Zhong Mingwei.

Using chopsticks is too troublesome. Zhong Mingwei didn't feel too embarrassed.

A Chou is like himself to him, he will not feel uncomfortable in front of A Chou, besides, A Chou has seen every part of his body, no matter how awkward he is, where is he? Still a man?